Short Kiosk Poems

and I
who just wanted a kiosk
of sugarcane juice
on the side of the road,
some laying hens in the back
and two cows,
sunshine and star,
drooling friendly in the pasture......

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I asked Sheila one day
"Why do you love me?"
She said,"I do not know?"
"You dazzle me, brilliant
You love me, but why
You do not know, a poet hmm?"
"I am not a poet, I am a woman"
"Woman loves because she loves"
"And no mathematics"
She crossed the street
And went to a kiosk
She came back with candies
All pink....

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Frequent flyer miles use can help or abuse.
My son asked that we change and board another plane.
I told him, our passport, can't Havana airport
said he'll use the kiosk, but my FF I trust
counterintelligence needed--laughs to my patience. (meant ticket counter)
Be that discourse of late ill-present contemplate
payment via my card and FF disregard....

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He said to once again enquire
About the things he should acquire,
Which their Law School Programs require
From one seeking to be Esquire 
And he's shown a gown of a Choir
He'd seen in a jeep like Sequoia:
On a good friend,catechist Isaiah,
Then,firing the jeep in a mire
In front of a kiosk Of Keziah
"No to a choir- like esquire:
Readers of Book of Obadiah..."...

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they told you how rich and happy they were
they were for your ears;
they know you are greedy
your family was in chaos;
you can't live in a kiosk
via Libya; you found yourself in Italy
Tell me about it;
did you not show love to dogs?
Oya come home
come and show off your wealth
throw them in the air;
let your people give you big names;
but tell no one about your shame....

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DIGNITY




The  racing crowd streamed from the station,
And flowed towards the bus stop.
It ebbed at the kiosk for cigarettes,
Swirling around two undignified ripples:

An old beggar crawling on the ground,
Scrambling for a few coins scattered;
Three pigeons walking  awkwardly around, 
Scrambling for a few scattered crumbs.

The human race was more dignified
As we  scrambled for crowded buses....

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Ghost Mall


The chess king
	still searches for
his foxmoor inside
	the ghost mall;
she slips behind
	a casual corner
somewhere
	down by the Gimbels
sipping an Orange Julius
	with Hot Sam.
No one sees 
	the old 
 bypass men		
traipsing around
	the dry fountains
overandover
	in their white
 Kinney’s
others
	loop-de-loop,
over the Scoop
and under the 
	kiosk bone fields
stopping to 
 	prayby
the Lazarus door...

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All of Islam deserves our hate
Unlike ours—this faith can’t be great
The ground zero mosque
Is an evil kiosk
Our lord says to obliterate

What’s better than the Ku Klux Klan
And frightens the bad Taliban?
Yes—with a book roast
America will toast
Those evil who read their Koran

Burning books ain’t nothing to fear
Infernos are fun with a beer
So with drink all cheer—(hip hip hooray!)
To hate is nothing queer
Hitler did it—and he we revere...

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hungry lips kissing
petrichor of fur soft hand
touches the rain

in me the earth melts
the azure sky looks up to
face vermilion red

and green blades of grass
smells lovers' moonbeams filtered
through a glass window

willow shoot slender
I see her in a kiosk
cheeks red a first blush

makes a pigeon fly
from dark alley of the shop
to lodge on my heart 



Contest Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Theme: Limerence 
Poet: RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
18/07/2016...

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I went to a holiday fair.
Many craftsmen and shoppers were there.
All the goods on display
Were well-worth what you’d pay
If you had extra money to spare.

Yet not one little thing did I buy
And in case you were wondering why,
It’s that all of my stuff
Seems to be quite enough
So I look and walk on, with a sigh.

I would purchase a lot in my youth,
Checking out every kiosk or booth,
But that hunger is gone;
I will pass the baton
To each tourist or craft-seeing sleuth.
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